A Weasley Plot(sub plot sign ons only)

[rodolphus]

Aug 10, 2011 20:28:29 GMT -5 @rodolphus said:

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Rodolphus dodge every lame spell this Weasley twin was throwing at him, did this kid actually think he stood a chance against the husband of Bellatrix Lestrange. "I am not lost. I had planned on visit this place tonight. You blood traitors need to be taught a lesson. He shot a couple of curses at George but his reflexes were quick and he dodge everything Rodolphus threw at him. This ticked Rodolphus off because no one except his wife had been able to dodge everything he threw, even then Bella still got struck by couple curses. Rodolphus was going to throw a cruciatus curse at George when The defodio spell that stupid twin had thrown hit square in the Chest. Rodolphus screamed in agony as deep gouges started appearinfg his body. He held his arm close trying to stop some of the bleeding from his gouges." You little brat. You'll pay for that!" Rodolphus screamed as just sat there soaking in his own Blood. He knew no one would probably stop to help him. This was one of those sad times he regretted being a death eater because in the midst of battle no one is going to stop and attend to your injuries. you had to figure away to stop the bleeding and keep fighting. Rodolphus bent over to pick up the wand he had dropped and proceeded to attempt to mend his wounds. He had never been good at healing spells because Rodolphus was always the one causing the injury and rarely getting it inflicted upon him. "When I Get my hands on that boy! He is so going to regret the day he messed with Rodolphus Lestrange!" Rodolphus muttered to himself. Rodolphus was pissed and should help come to rescue, he was going to seek out George and attempt to kill him. He was done playing games, this kid was dead. Even if it took him forever to do it, that twin was going down. He wanted to shout out for Bella but he knew she would never come to his aid she was too busy dealing with her own victim and Rodolphus wasn't going to pull her away from that. He loved the thrill of knowing she was enjoying herself.

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[FRED WEASLEY]

Dammit. Dammit dammit dammit. Now George was stuck with him. He had wanted to be at George's side, but not while he had to watch his twin suffer the effects of the sadistic spells thrown at them. As if hearing his younger siblings wasn't enough, George had let out a heart-wrenching yell before Fred could even get out the words to answer him, or to tell him to get the hell out of there. Oh, brilliantly, he said in a sickly humorous tone in response to his brother, desperately trying to hide the fact that he was, indeed, in pain. The Cruciatus curse had been too much to bare after only seconds of the torture. Apparently, however, it wasn't enough. Letting out a hoarse scream, Fred's arms (which had been holding him from the ground until this point) buckled , bringing him to the floor. He felt sudden relief once some of the burning had stopped. He hadn't noticed that his robes were on fire, though he definitely made the connection once the water had eased the pain. Georgie's stronger than you, you have to be strong for him. Hearing his twin in such pain was enough to convert Fred's mindset from hopeless to hatred and motivation to fight back.

George shot a couple spells at the unidentified Death Eater which gave Fred some time to act, even if the spells were unsuccessful in phasing the enemy. George was right, they did mess with the wrong family. However, they sure as Hell knew how to get to the siblings individually. If they weren't all in different dang rooms, maybe they'd stand a better chance. Though, the devilish witches and wizards were doing a great job of keeping that from happening. The twin could fight, but he couldn't take much more as far as George and pain were concerned.

His voice was still strained and full of exhaustion, but he was able to get out some spells between breaths. The gears in his brain were only turning efficiently enough to repeat the attacks that George had attempted. That way, if they were deflected, maybe the second blows wouldn't be. Flipendo.... Stupify.. The worst part of the whole situation was the fact that one of the enemies lived within Percy. They couldn't harm their brother..especially Percy. With control over his actions, the prefect would actually be quite beneficial fighting on the right side. They were screwed as long as his alliance was against them. They could barely even be defensive as long as their older brother was the one harming them. Nothing could stop them, though, from going after Avery. Fred stood his ground, wand readied, prepared for anything that may come at him. If anything went wrong, well, it went wrong while he was with the person he cared about most.

ooc: directed toward georgie.. no worries. my lack of spells stands as well..at a fairly high degree. i know more serious ones, however i don't believe that many of them would be in character (unforgiveables i.e.)..not to mention that holding back slightly is necessary if anything's going to happen to the Weasleys before the Order comes to the rescue xD

everyone's doing a great job with participation<3 cheers for D.

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[ericavery]

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[GEORGE WEASLEY]

George took a little moment to look around. It seemed as thought the other Death Eater was very angry, but hadn’t followed him. Not yet at least. He was really hoping he wouldn’t. The last thing he needed was someone else attacking them. He could hear his yells, but didn’t really pay attention to them. George had a lot more to focus on right now. He had heard Fred yell when the curst hit, but that was the reason George was so strong and was able to keep fighting. He was doing it for his family. That always gave him strength. He needed to get to Ginny and Ron, and get Percy back with them. That was the last thing on his mind at the moment. Him being under the Imperious curse meant he wouldn’t be harmed during all this, the rest of the family would just have to avoid hitting him at all costs.

He then realized a dancing spell was aimed at them. Eyes widening, George dove to his left and dodged the attack, which he was grateful for. The last thing he needed was to not be able to move at all. After getting up, the other Death Eater spoke. And he said. Poo? Really? And George thought he and Fred were immature. Poo? He couldn’t get over it. He was brought out of his trance when he notice that Percy had flown out the window. ”Percy! Bloody hell.” He would have to deal with that later. He was sure Percy was fine. He had only flown out of the ground floor window. They weren’t high up at all.

The moment he heard the Death Eater cast the curse, the moment he thought he was a goner. The floor was giving out below them. The Death Eater had already jumped in the window. They were in trouble now. As they were sinking into the floor, George frantically searched his brain for a spell. He could apparate, but there was no way he had the determination or the destination. And he couldn’t even remember the other D. Finally. One spell came to mind. Grabbing Fred with one hand, he pointed his wand at the ceiling. ”Bombarda!” Seeing that no one had fallen through the hole he just made, he pointed his wand at the ground. ”Ascendio!”

When he landed, George looked around. They were in Ginny’s room. Well, glad to find her and Ron. And Bellatrix. Bummer. He then realized that the Burrow was giving out from under them. This was not good. This was so not good. ”Ron! Ginny! We need to get out of here! Fred, grab Ginny!” He was going to let Fred take the closer sibling. George then got up on his feet and ran towards Ron. As soon as he grabbed them, he apparated the two of them outside and onto the lawn. He was really hoping Fred would end up in the same place as he did.

Now, he wished he didn’t. Looking up, he saw another masked Death Eater. Looking back, he made sure Percy was alright. He seemed to be, but under the Imperio curse still. He wished he knew the counter curse for it. He actually didn’t even know if there was one at this point in time. He then looked to Ron to make sure he was splinched or anything. He seemed to be fine, so George turned his attention on the other Death Eater they now faced. With them out of the house, the Death Eaters would soon be outside as well. He looked at his parents and wished they would wake up and help their kids. Or maybe Bill or Charlie would show up. Maybe the Order? For now, they were on their own. He awaited what was coming next.

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[FREDDIE]

OOC: READ THIS! To all who have posted in this so far, keep your eyes peeled, for I will be coming up with a posting order. As you all know and should understand, chaotic posting has been happening and it has, up until this point, been acceptable because of the different situations going on in different places at once. However, in order to properly involve everyone, the fight is being moved from the Burrow (since two of you geniuses decided to take it down -coughs- just kidding, love you both and it was an awesome addition to the plot) and will proceed all in the same place, which will allow for us to take turns in posting.

You're involved but haven't posted yet? Go ahead and post. Don't worry about the order issue, it'll work out. Everyone, just keep up with what you're doing. For the most part, nobody's getting too far ahead of anyone else.

PM with questions.

Also, READ. EVERY. SINGLE. POST. IN. THIS THREAD. If you are part of this, you need to keep up with what is going on EVERYWHERE. There have already been contradictions causing characters to be in more than one place at once. You need to know the actions of every character, whether or not he or she is with yours, to fully understand what's happening.

Limit the Godmodding, let people have their own reactions.
Don't be offended if you're godmodded, it's nearly impossible to do an action thread without it..unless you guys wanted to post one line at a time. Mmhmm, didn't think so.

Thanks for your time<3 This was not to complain. You guys are doing great. It was simply a reminder.

I'm done now.

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[lucius]

Hearing the various screams, slams, explosions, spellcraft, and all the other mayhem that entails the work the death eaters do, Lucius couldn't help the slightest smirk beneath his death eater's mask. He'd given Molly and Arthur more of his crucio curses and had busied himself setting blasting spells and incendio to both destroy the spells and load baring walls that help up the jalopy that was "The Burrow".

As he stepped from the gaping chasm he'd created in the wall moments before; and saw the Burrow come tumbling down in a firey mess like a house of cards doused with petrol he'd looked up to the figure that jumped from the window to his side. Avery. He'd utilized an Arresto Momentum incantation to lighten his comrade's descent. Once his feet touched the ground he'd looked the man over a second, he'd certainly showed the elder death eater up. Beat me at my own game. he thought as he walked an explosion of fire came from his wand as it became alight with power, the malice and venom of his hatred for all things Weasley coming to a boil.

The pillar of fire that erupted from his wand took the form of a screeching dragon and engulfed the group of ginger haired pure blood scamps, surrounding them in a veritable Dante's Inferno, truly out of the frying pan and into the fire. All escape cut, the dragon held at bay seemingly only by the will of the death eater, the air hot and smoke laden, the black clad figure stepped from it seeming unaffected by such malignancy, the fire spell he'd laid down simply becoming an encompassing circle of fire to keep them contained, with that he'd sent another spell, a powerful blasting curse at the group with a non verbal flow of his arm, like the blasting curse that peter pettigrew used years ago to kill over a dozen muggles this one was capable of knocking them all in all manner of direction. Of course he'd toned it down, not wanting to kill, just needing to force them to scramble and injure them for his plans.

Lucius said a spell under his breath, with a command and savvy tone that betrayed his aristocratic nature and strength of character, and a good bit of arrogance Ventus and as he spoke with a wave of his wand the smoke cleared for but a few moments as a torrent of air, nearly powerful enough to knock the family of gingers off their feet, came to the fray. It was then their vision would be cleared, they'd see the black figures around them, stopped, ceased at bay, presumably only because of the order of this man, not the fire separating them, their black robes billowing, their dark masks cold and horrifying. the area became ensconced with smoke they created having apparated as well, now all the black figures had emerged from the house proper, pouring out of it like black blood from a mortal wound. They'd surrounded the fire haired family that was surrounded by a mote of flames of just the same effulgent blaze.

"A heartwarming family reunion...and yet..Such a tragic tableau. Your race is run Weasleys." Lucius's voice rang of fake sympathy that was both irate and castigating, he took a took a step back from the group allowing the flames to separate himself from them again, as if he too were swallowed up by flames, being obscured by the rapidly returning smoke and ash. Disappearing from their rapidly shrinking field of vision. When he spoke the latter part of the sentence, so full of unmitigated rage and hatred, saying "Weasleys" as if it were the highest of insults, allowing his comrades to do what they did best. The way of escape for the children effectively shut by the fire surrounding them, choking the air and likely making verbal incantations all the more difficult with such scorching air and choking smoke, he felt all the more confident in the small skirmish having come to an end now, still, he'd wanted them to suffer.

As such, his voice was actually quite chilling, cold and calculating as he gave the official order. There was almost a measure of bored bemusement to it all "Take them." he even thought of adding in Make it hurt. but if he knew the likes of Rudolphus, Bellatrix and Avery, that went without saying. As he had spoken, the flames Lucius created died, The figures began to close in, wands at the at the ready and alight with spells, now with no blockades to the Weasleys, flanked, surrounded, outnumbered, with more experience, deadlier spells, Lucius had to admit he'd nearly felt bad for these blood traitors, well, no, that was a lie.

His biggest worry was actually that although he'd labored to bring only Death Eaters that he could control, and restrain if need be, he'd simply had to allow for a bit of flexibility with the likes of Bellatrix and Rudolphus, either separately was much easier, especially the latter tended to feed off the former's insanity. But, be that as it may Lucius' sister-in-law was simply the most vicious and effective of the Dark Lords servants, taking her along made them too potent a force, she made Dolohov look like a Flobberworm, and her husband could be just as merciless. But Getting these children alive was a primary concern for Lucius, he'd left STRICT ORDERS for no mortal wounding or killing curses! he'd need to establish a clear story to hurt these Weasleys, he could cover everything that had happened so far with the appropriate "friends" in high places, bribes to the right people, he controlled the media, the ministry, so in a way he controlled the "truth" of what happened here. But he couldn't well do any of that if a child was killed! he'd end up in Azkaban for sure. Just looking at what that did to the likes of the Lestranges made him wince at the idea.

^{OOC:Alright I kind of assumed everyone was going to leave the house thats on it's last legs and currently on fire. But if anyone plans on staying thats fine with me, you don't have to be one of the death eaters I mentioned that surrounded the group of scamps.}

[bellatrix]

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And, oh how sweet it was when one of the several older brothers came through, attempting to rescue his two siblings. ”How cute,” Bellatrix mused, speaking as one did to children, but more to herself than to the ginger spawns. ”Twin number one - here to save the day.” However, apparently saving them hadn’t been on the boy’s top list of priorities, for he released the younger one from her curse, shot a weak and practically useless spell at the girls that missed, and ran on his way. Another wicked laugh. ”SUCH compassion twin one has for you two,” taunted Bella, a smile creeping ill-ly across her lips. Oh, he apparently cared for these two very much. Very much. Bellatrix, in her twisted moment of humor, nearly missed the rising of the tortured boy: his body barely able to stand even with the support of the wall. ”HA! Admirable, young Weasley. You would have made a fine addition to your line. Too bad . . .” Her words were real, but were laced with just as much childish humor as could be. Her voice was high-pitched, her lower lip jutted out slightly. Off the in distance, she could hear parts of the house being destroyed. Her eyes quickly glanced past the boy, then refocused on him: a new determination and goal in mind. ”How naïve you are, best friend of Potter; for you see . . .” Bella’s voice trailed off as she stared at the wand pointed at her. He was much to weak to mutter an effective curse at her, let alone battle his way out of this situation. A wicked little grin appeared on her lips. ”While it is true we’re here for you, little boy, we’re here for your whole damn family as . . well. .” Her voice slowed as she spoke, putting emphasis on her last few words. The whole family had been targeted for being blood traitors, as well as being associated with the Potter-boy. Suddenly, her thoughts were penetrated by a scream from down the hall. Much to her dismay, she recognized it as none other than her husband’s. Foolish man, to be bested by one of these children; were he that weak then he got what he deserved. Turning back to her victims, the woman grabbed tighter on the young girl’s hair, jerking her head up to where she could see her eyes. ”Shall we return to our game? I was quite enjoying it.” Her expression displayed nothing better than pure childish disappointment, her lip indicated her pouting. Truly, she had been having fun. Just as she raised her wand and pointed it at the boy, ‘Ron’ was it; the house shook horridly. Before the curse could be uttered once more, two number one appeared, this time with twin number two. Growling viciously, the witch took a step back, now pointing her accursed wand at the two older siblings. Take the girl? How silly of them. Shoving the girl at Fred, Bellatrix ran toward the tiny window, her wand still pointed back at the two. Just as she jumped, smelling the smoke of the burning house, she grinned and yelled a curse, pointing it at Ginny. ”Sectumsempra!” Then she jumped, disappearing into black smoke. Her body flew through the air until she reached the top of the house, where she rematerialized face-to-face with a fiery dragon. ”Hee-llloo,” she spoke with a certain amount of joy at seeing the destructive beast. It wasn’t long before it disappeared, however, due to Lucius. Her body swayed violently with the house, but her actions were calm, in not completely insane. Throwing her head back, Bellatrix began to laugh, her joy vibrating through the air. ”FIX THIS ARTHUR!” she yelled, pointing her wand at the house below her. The whole structure began ringed in green, pulsing in a very unsightly manner. It was a spell to make the ruins of the house untouchable by magic; so the wizard rabbit couldn’t fix his beloved burrow simply with a flick of the wand. No, this house would have to be built anew, and that was if they could remove the spell on the grounds. Then, suddenly, Bella vanished into the air, her dark form traveling with a smoky trail through the air. Without warning, the burning house exploded, sending cursed bits of wood through the air at everyone in sight. At this, Bella reappeared down on the ground near Lucius, doubled over in a fit of laughter. There was still the matter of the Weasleys, whom she sure hoped had exited the building in time for the others to kill them in person. ”Now, where . . .” she pondered to herself, after her laughter had subsided to giggles. ”Is that little girl?” notes // I LOVE YOU WEASLEYS

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[FRED WEASLEY]

He.was.dead. He had just shot his brother out a bloody window. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Perc-- he began to yell, but there was no point. Percy wasn't going to here him. Percy was currently nonexistent. So much was happening at once that it was hard to fathom. The next thing Fred knew, he was moving his legs uncontrollably. Now he had no way of escaping at all. Brilliant. He glanced at George, who had dodged the spell. Yes, he would be able to dodge that spell. He could always think quickly in situations that called for it. Fred acted quickly.. but the thinking part was supplied by his twin. Luckily, the thinking just kept coming and George was solving everything before Fred could even figure out what to do.

After shooting a few attacks at the Death Eater, he began to feel the floor shuddering beneath him. His arm was grabbed and he was lifted up, only to end up back down in Ginny's room. Get Ginny..get Ginny.. He had been given his assignment. Now he could work. Now, he didn't have to think. He had to act. To his surprise, Ginny was shoved into him. He gripped her tightly and apparated out of the room.

Looking up from the ground, all he could see were flames..flames and black smoke. It was then that it occurred to him that his sister had been cursed before he got her out. No..Ginny.. He put one arm underneath her arm and the other under her knees, desperately looking for his other brothers. In that moment, the smoke was cleared and the Death Eaters were closing in. Take them, he heard one of them say. Take them..where? They were screwed.

ooc: it was bad..i'm sorry. just summing up what happened..basically xD

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[rodolphus]

Aug 11, 2011 8:54:41 GMT -5 @rodolphus said:

Aug 10, 2011 20:28:29 GMT -5 @rodolphus said:

s h o u ld i g i v e u p o r s h o u l d i

just keep chasing pavements even though it

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[atrb=width,240] Rodolphus stood up as the blood stopped flowing from the gashes inflicted upon him. He knew this was going to take weeks to heal, And Rodolphus hated being unable to do any missions while he spent time healing. He stood there and with a grin on his face as he looked at the destruction around him. This was quite fun and would love to just stay and watch it burn down around him but there was a more important matter to attend to and that was the destruction of the person guilty for his wounds. He disapparated into a puff of smoke and flew out the window. As he zipped passed the house he saw Bella sitting on top of the collapsing building. He knew full well that Bella would help it topple and that they would be unable to rebuild it by magic. Rodolphus land safely on the ground and with a giant sneer He bellowed "Where Is that brat? he is going to pay!" Rodolphus joined the circle of death eaters surrounding the weasley children. "Oh look what we have here A bunch of children without mommy or Daddy to protect them" Rodolphus said giving a deep wicked laugh that just showed off his mental state. He had changed since Azkaban. Before being locked up he had more sanity back then but the hell hole slowly took that from him. The only thing holding him to sanity now was that Bella was near him, even if her love had diminished. He noticed the flames around him had died down to a minor fire. He appproached the weasley children closing the gap and blocking their escape. There was no way he was letting George get away with out a few injuries of his own. No one attacked Rodolphus and come out without any injuries. This just wasn't something he allowed, you were either seriously injured or dead. there was no in between with Rodolphus.

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[GINEVRA WEASLEY]

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[ron]

Ron felt positively weak from the Unforgivable curse thrown at him. He had managed to stand, yes, but it was taking every focus of his. It took longer than it should for him to comprehend what Bellatrix said and when it finally registered, he figured she would torture him and his siblings and parents and then make him watch them die before using him as some sort of sick bait to get Harry. He wanted to help. Merlin, he wanted to help so badly, but every part of his body felt like it had been stabbed with several daggers. All around him he heard crashes and booms. He did not know if his family was still alive. He did not know if he wanted to know.

When the twins appeared, Ron almost fainted out of complete shock. Fred? George? One of them had grabbed him and disapparated. When Ron found himself on the lawn, he fell to the ground. The mix of torture and disapparating for the first time was too much. Add in the stress and the exhaustion he felt and it was a wonder he had not fainted. Ron knew that he could not give up though. His twin brothers were brilliant right now. They were working together and Ron had to help, too. The alternate was just too horrifying.

Without anything to help him, Ron maneuvered onto his knees and pushed up with his hands into a kneeling position. Slowly, but as quickly as he dared, he raised himself up one leg at a time. When he finally stood, he stood perfectly still to adjust. Amazed that he made it that far without anyone trying to attack them, he pulled out his wand again and pointed it from left to right, trying to prepare himself for the task he was not ready to do, “Has anyone seen Mum and Dad? Are they still out? Has anyone got hold of the Order?” Ron did not even know how to contact the Order of the Phoenix. Clearly an owl would be too slow for this. They needed immediate help. If only his family had one of those fellytones to call the Order. Maybe the muggles knew what they were talking about. Ron looked around at his siblings, “Is everyone OK?” He was afraid to look too closely to see if anyone had got hurt fighting.

[ericavery]

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[bellatrix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/15gpkcx.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 493 // outfit // clicky // tagged // anyone witch gone insane, - C L E A R T H E W A Y M U G G L E , M A K E S O M E R O O M - Bellatrix, her body swaying in time to some unheard beat, sauntered away from the crowd of Death Eaters; her eyes shifting sluggishly from place to place in search of her little victim. She was rather eager to see the little one, excited to realize the effects of her spell. Sevvy had forced her to vow never to use that spell against him and his little group of future Death Eaters and in response Bella hadn’t used the spell much. She wasn’t particularly interested in being expelled from Hogwarts back then, and there were better spells for torture than Sevvy’s after she had graduated. Not to mention that her family had a reputation to both maintain and live up to, one already slightly damaged by the existence of Sirius. Bloody traitor. Allowing her mind to drift off in such situations tended to be frequent with Bella, but quickly the witch forced her attention back to what she was ‘seeing’. Eventually, the crazy bitch set her gaze upon twin number one with his little sister. Chocolate eyes glittered pleasantly at the sight of the horrific amounts of blood seeping through the girl’s clothes. Cackling, the witch began to make her way over to the two, noticing with a blissful giggle as most the others went after the opposite group; containing twin number two and the little tortured brother, apparently also known as ‘Harry Potter’s best friend’. Bellatrix gave out an air of both danger and disaster, her wand pointed directly at the protective twin Fred. ”You just don’t know when to die, do you girly?” Bella’s voice carried loudly, but held nothing but pure mocking confidence, her eyes never leaving Fred but speaking for the girl. For some unknown reason, she had taken particular interest in little Ginny. Locomotor Mortis, cast Bella, her lips curving in a wicked little smile. Such weak spells were usually below her; however there wasn’t anything wrong with reviewing the basics when one was dueling such an incompetent opponent. Twin number one posed little, if any, threat to the Death Eater; actually serving more as an amusing toy rather than anything worthy of calling itself her ‘opponent’. Following her first cast, the witch continued on with lower level spells, attempting to distract the boy as she advanced slowly to their position. With the little one so severely injured, there wasn’t a way in the world the redheaded annoyance was going to try and move her. He could apparate, of course, but where exactly did he think he was going without his twin and the rest of his family? Bellatrix had thought of most situations into which this could turn into in a short period of time, giving her the mental sound to continue her advance in confident. Sure, he would attempt to fight her off in failure. The witch couldn’t help but giggle at the idea; blood traitor against Death Eater. Who, exactly, did this kid think he was fooling? notes // notes notes notes notes

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[FRED WEASLEY]

Keeping Ginny alive was the biggest problem running through Fred's mind. Gin, don't be stupid, he said, pain in his voice. He knew there were spells to counter her curse, and there were plenty to heal the wounds beginning to cover her body. That was the most frustrating part of the whole thing. It was possible to help her, and he couldn't. He wasn't experienced enough to know anything like that. After all, he had just begun his seventh year, and they hadn't exactly learned helpful skills in DADA yet. But he wouldn't watch her bleed out in front of him. He'd find something.. someone.. he could find help.

The second he set her down, he was being hit with spells all over. Looking up, he saw, to his horror, that it was Percy dealing them out. The Death Eater in control wasn't in sight any longer and for all Fred knew, he could have been hurting another one of his brothers. He didn't dwell on that thought very long as Ginny was still his greatest concern. The twin stood defensively in front of her, dodging attacks left and right from his brother. However he couldn't send any attacks back at Percy, and he could only block so many. It had taken about twenty seconds to lose focus, but only about half of one to get hit once he had done so. Twenty seconds, and he started thinking maybe he could ward Percy off long enough for some help. As soon as he had taken the first blow of Bombarda , it was over. He couldn't fight back by himself.

He felt his hands and knees touch the ground beneath him. That's when the pain really started. He tried to bite his lip to keep from letting out any sort of scream, which was evidently unsuccessful as the words from Percy's lips just kept coming. Ah, and the fun just kept on coming. He suddenly heard Bellatrix's voice behind him. It brought a shudder through his body, hearing her address Ginny. Before he could get up to get Ginny out, he felt his legs go nearly numb. They were locked together. Perfect. As if he had actually had the ability to stand while being Percy's test subject.. Where the Hell was the Order? They were needed then more than ever. Turning himself as much as possible, he looked at his sister, and then back at Bellatrix. You've..already cursed her.. should you bloody touch her again, I will personally make sure you're sent back to Azkaban. His voice wasn't too convincing given the conditions he was under, not to mention Percy was still nailing him with spells, but he gave it a shot.

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[lucius]

In truth and utter honesty looking over the battlefeild, surveying the damage as it were, he couldn't help but be impressed these lads and their sister had held out admirably long against a deadly group with more experiance and more lethality. The order, and all the old school aurors in Briton hadn't fared so well in the early days, all of them were alive. Lucius knew the reasoning behind it, it was ultimately him and only him that was the reason for this, he wouldn't short change these boys, their mischief simply couldn't match the most cunning and calculating of lord voldemort's death eaters.

He shouted to the group, his wand tip going to his throat to amplify his voice as the others could hear him over the ruckus and mayhem they were so dutifully creating "Finish it, I doubt we'll have privacy much longer friends." keeping this lot contained, on point, on target and restrained was all the work it sounded to be, these were after all sociopaths and psychos he was dealing with. His ability to delegate, dictate and effectively manage a method to the madness was what he imagined the Dark Lord saw in him, putting him in charge over the group as often as he did.

With that Lucius let out a low laugh, looking to his side at his feet where the beaten and bloodied, trodden down figure of his enemy, Arthur, lay, with his nagging heifer of a wife. They were everything that disgusted him about the magical world, he gave Arthur a kick to awaken him and said "Rise and shine Arthur. I want you to see all of this. I want you to see the life blood seeping from your daughter as your son tries to capture it. I want you to see your boys writhing in pain from the cruciatus curse." he removed his mask with a wave of his wand, it turning into black vapor with the slightest spell as he did, Molly letting out a guttural cry as instinctive as a mother lioness seeing her cubs in pain.

Lucius knew it was more than that, he knew about Fabian and Gideon, her brothers, the Longbottoms, she knew what was in store for her family again, and so did he. And his only response could be "Music to my ears. A symphony of grief. Such nostolgia. I remember hearing it when your brothers were killed." they'd struggled to get to their feet, but they were entirely too beaten for that, Lucius had hit Arthur with a blasting curse himself that nearly caved the man's chest it as it struck center mass earlier that night. Although he certainly wasn't his sister-in-law, who'd find elation in such suffering, and amusement, he couldn't help but feel a certain, satisfaction, as must have Avery, Nott, Goyle, all the others who had suffered under the yoke of the ministry, subject to Arthur's varying raids. He'd stomped on Arthur, what began with one or two stomps turned into a flurry, sending the man into unconsciousness.

Finally it seemed Lucius had enough of beating a dead horse as the old saying goes, sweeping his hair out of his face and affixing his death eater's long and flowing black robes with a measure of gentlemanly grace, fully retaking his aristocratic composure. He spoke then with an elegance and neutrality as if he were making a comment on the current weather conditions "Now, If you'll excuse me Misses Weasley, I'm going to hobble your son." her caterwauling was cut off by a quick knock back jinx as he walked toward Ron as Avery was blasting his unforgivable curse at the boy, the swishing flicks of his wand might be comparable to that of a master painter on the canvas, a craftsman doing his art, a fencer parrying a well aimed slash, sending a curse of purple fire, first at ron's hand to disable his wand hand, then one at his knee to take out his ability to move or dodge, and finally one at the chest, would deflate a lung and make breathing difficult but not choke him to death. The beauty of this curse, as Dolohov had designed it, was that it didn't seem to do external damage but internal damage heavily. It was clear though that this wasn't being used with murderous intent given where he'd chosen to attack. His selective and deliberate strikes of a methodical planner, calculating, clear, concise. Not unlike a cobra looking for the moment to strike, when the prey was exposed and most vulnerable.

Now standing side by side with his fellow death eater Avery once more, having earnestly entered the fray, another motion of his wand as he spoke "You want your parents lad? I'll give them to you!" from the smoke the two beaten, bloodied and unconscious bodies of the adults came flying at ron intent on hitting him hard, likely with the likes of a levicorpus, seemingly thrown with such force and speed so as to make a near impossibility for the young, inexperienced boy to slow said corpses with a counter spell.